Echoes of Cool

 We Real Cool: A New Poem Story

Prologue


 Underneath the flickering streetlights of the city, in the forgotten corners where shadows stretched and stories never reached the ears of the bustling world, there lived a group of seven. They called themselves "The Chosen Few." Not for any grand reason, but because they believed in their own coolness, their own defiance of a world that never seemed to want them.


The Pool Hall Oath


 They stood by the cracked door of the Golden Spot,
A dive pool hall where dreams were bought.
Cue sticks clutched like swords in hand,
They carved rebellion in concrete sand.


"We real cool," they often said,
Living fast, unafraid of dread.
Not tied to clocks or schoolyard chains,
They danced with life in fleeting lanes.


Chapter 1: Jazz in the Bones


 The jukebox sang of saxophones' cry,
Their rhythm made time seem to fly.
June was the leader, sharp as a blade,
Her laughter a melody never to fade.


Her brother, Cole, a poet in disguise,
Saw the world through hardened eyes.
He scribbled verses on napkins torn,
Finding beauty in the forlorn.


"We real cool," they chanted each night,
Dancing shadows under neon light.
Skipping school, they played their part,
But in their souls, they bore an art.


Chapter 2: The Forgotten Park


 One evening under a blood-orange sky,
They wandered where forgotten dreams lie.
An abandoned park, swings that creaked,
Each step they took, history leaked.


Ella whispered, “Do you feel the past?
The lives that lived, the shadows cast?”
June smirked, “We’re the ghosts now,
Making our mark, here and now.”


Cole knelt by a graffiti wall,
Words of rebellion, a daring call.
He added his verse, swift and bold,
“Cool fades fast, but hearts stay gold.”


Chapter 3: The Reckoning


 The world outside wasn’t blind,
Their freedom a threat to the conformist mind.
The sheriff came one clouded night,
To dim their sparks, to snuff their light.


“We real cool,” they whispered low,
As the law tried to steal their glow.
“We strike straight, we sing sweet,
We laugh in the face of defeat.”


But courage couldn’t halt the tide,
And one by one, they had to hide.
The Golden Spot, now locked and bare,
Echoed their laughter in the air.


Chapter 4: Fractured Dreams


 Time marched on, relentless, cold,
Turning the young into the old.
June left for a city far,
Chasing dreams like a falling star.


Cole stayed back, tending the flame,
Writing poems, whispering their name.
Ella married, moved away,
Her laughter faded, come what may.


But when nights grew quiet and still,
They remembered the pool hall, the thrill.
“We real cool,” they’d say again,
A fleeting thought in memory’s den.


Epilogue


 Years later, Cole found a note,
A faded napkin with words he wrote:
“Cool fades fast, but hearts stay gold,
Our stories live, forever told.”


He smiled, the jukebox now silent and cold,
But in his chest, the rhythm still rolled.
“We real cool,” he whispered with pride,
For in their defiance, they truly thrived.


And though the world moved on, forgot,
Their spirits lingered at the Golden Spot.
Seven lives etched in neon lore,
Forever cool, forever more.


Rebellion, Freedom, Youth, Defiance, Legacy, Coolness, Nostalgia, Friendship, Identity, Survival

Location: United States

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